Always

Facing you I am not jealous.

Come with a manat your back,come; with a hundred men in you hair,come with a thousand men between you bosom and your feet,come lie a riverfilled with drowned menthat meets the furious sea,the eternal foam, the weather.

Bring them allwhere I wait for you:we shall always be alone,we shall always be, you and I,alone upon the earthto begin life.